Dakota said "I choose to be an African Muslim, but I want some Arabic influences."
"OK, I'll prepare the tea." said Jamal.
Jamal poured a colored liquid into the tea as it was boiling. He explained that the liquid was for race changes. He poured another liquid of a different color in too, but not nearly as much. Jamal gave the tea to Dakota.
"Drink this."
Dakota drank it slowly. As he did, his body began to change. His clothes disappeared to prepare for his transformation. His body began to get a little taller from his 5'8" to 5'11". His skin smoothed and softened as all his body hair retreated into his pores. As this was happening, his skin began to darken. It started out fair, then it looked like a beach tan, until it stopped at a brown caramel tone. His hair lengthened, becoming very rich and curly before being lifted up and styled into french braids. His face started to rearrange, looking African, but with some Arab features, then settling somewhere in between. Almond shaped hazel eyes, wider nose, thick lips perfect for kissing. New knowledge entered his head, he suddenly knew everything about Afro-Arab culture. His body began to rearrange weight, specifically in the hips and thighs, growing thicker. Two buds starting expanding out of his chest, slowly growing bigger until they had become an elegant and graceful pair of D breasts. Down below, his penis began to shrink and retreat into his body as a female reproductive system formed, pumping his body with estrogen, as his hips expanded to be capable of bearing a child.
The transformation ceased; gone was the Caucasian male, and here was the jaw dropping African beauty. SHE looked into the mirror and spoke in a very feminine voice with a slight accent.
"Whoa. I'm beautiful. If I was a man, I'd fuck my brains out."
"You're stunning." said Jamil.
"Thanks." said Dakota while smiling. "But Dakota is a Caucasian name. I think that I want a new Islamic name."
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"I have a few, but I want to hear different opinions first."
"Well, I suggest Farah. It's pretty common and easy to remember. Amina suggested Aisha."
Dakota thought, and opened her eyes.
"I am Calasa. Perfect blend of African and Arab. And I'm from Comoros."
"Hello Calasa. That's a good background, but we got to get you some clothes."
"What kind of clothes?"
"Amina bought a lot of stuff for you. Every feminine accessory that you'll need. Here, open the bag."
Calasa opened the bag and put on the clothes. Just basic girl clothes, but she saved the hijab for last. Calasa put it on loose style with some curls sticking out. The rest of her hair was covered, but visible. Calasa looked back in the mirror and said "Look out Professor Martinez, Calasa's coming."